It was raining outside the window. Sharon languidly stretched in her bed. “Beauty,” she thought, stretched behind the TV remote and lazily began sorting through the channels ... Yesterday her husband and two daughters went to Texas to see her mother-in-law, and now a forty-year-old woman was left to herself. Neither you daily cleaning or cooking - beauty!

A few words should be said about Sharon. Despite the fact that she was no longer a girl, she looked good. A tall, thin, stinging brunette with a small neat chest, obviously did not pull on his passport age. Of course, the years have added gray hair, but she regularly “corrected” her at the hairdresser. Yes, and traces of the two births added stretch marks on the hips and abdomen, but the woman watched herself - regular exercises in the fitness center made them almost invisible. Sharon worked in the city clinic as the head of the rehabilitation department and she liked the work ... Yes, and what can I say, if I didn’t like the work, one word would be enough for her husband and she could easily become a housewife. There was no need for money - the husband was engaged in business and was the founder of a large trading company.

... Suddenly the TV screen blinked brightly, something clicked and the screen went blank.

“Well, what is it,” muttered Sharon, vainly pressing the buttons on the console. - Yes, here I lay down ... - she said wistfully and got up from a warm bed. And then the phone rang.

“Hi,” a female voice sounded in the receiver.

“Hi, Rachel,” the woman replied, recognizing in the caller her deputy Rachel Watts. Rachel was younger than Sharon by 10 years, but at the expense of her grip and a certain arrogance, she quickly moved up the career ladder. Just a couple of years ago, she and her family emigrated from the Congo to the United States, and now she is already a deputy in a rehabilitation center.

- How are you? - asked a female voice on the other end of the wire.

“It doesn’t matter, there is no husband at home, and the TV in the bedroom has ordered to live a long time,” complained Sharon.

- Well, so what problems, call the master and the whole business! - happily chirped tube. - My brother has his own workshop for the repair of equipment, so I can ask myself to send someone to you.

- Thank you, Ray! - in Sharon like a stone fell from the soul. - Ask, otherwise I myself do not understand these masters - my husband was always engaged ...

- What problems! I'll call now and I think out of the line will save you! - the interlocutor laughed and hung up.

Sharon took a shower, threw a robe, cleaned up the bedroom, and then the doorbell rang. “It’s necessary how quickly ...” - the woman thought and went to discover. On the threshold stood a low full black in an overalls with the logo of a company.

“Mrs. Henry?” - he asked smiling.

- Yes, what can? - answered Sharon.

- I am from the company "Sweet Electronics". We are engaged in repairing equipment. I was sent to see what was happening with your TV.

“Yes, yes, of course,” Sharon began to fuss, “come through, please!” - she stepped aside, letting the fat man into the house. When he passed her, the woman noted that the master was lower on her head. “A dwarf of some kind ...” she thought with dislike.

“Well, lead, show where the breakdown is,” said the fat man, taking off his dirty sneakers.

“Follow me,” Sharon led the master to her bedroom. “Here,” she pointed to the plasma panel on the wall with her finger. Not saying a word, the fat man went on to watch the television. “If you don't need me yet, then I'll go to the living room,” the woman turned to the master.

“Yes, of course, when I finish, I will call you,” the little man replied without turning his head.

... After half an hour he appeared in the living room.

“Mrs., take the job,” he said to Sharon, reading on the sofa. She put the book aside and went to the bedroom for the master. The fat man picked up the remote and put it on the TV. After a second, an image appeared on the screen.“Well, that's all right,” he said, flicking through the channels. And suddenly he accidentally got on a closed channel for adults. Just at this moment, some blonde porn star selflessly gave himself to a hefty Negro near the pool. Sharon felt her face burn. “It’s a shame,” the woman thought in despair.

“Everything is fine,” taking herself in hand, she told the fat man, pushing him out of the bedroom. He grinned, turned off the TV, and went out with his mistress into the living room. - How much do I owe you? - Sharon picked up a wallet. The fat man grinned at her.

“Well, why put the question like that,” he said, looking at the woman standing before him. - Come on, you just suck me and we are in the calculation!

Sharon thought she had misheard. She angrily glanced at the already short-handedly grinning little one:

“Leave my house immediately!” - she said loudly. - And about your behavior, I will inform your superiors!

“Yes, you won't let anyone know anything,” the Negro screamed and moved toward the hostess, who instantly lost confidence and tried to jump out of the living room onto an open terrace, but the little one was quicker and didn’t have time to take a couple of steps as he pressed her wall.

“Well, why are you breaking,” he muttered, clutching the body of a frightened mistress, who could not make a single sound out of fear. Perceiving silence as the surrender of the victim, the hand of the short man slipped into the neckline of her robe, ran over her hip and tried to penetrate between the woman’s tightly compressed legs. Then Sharon returned to her composure and she pushing the fat man away from her, rushed to the saving terrace.

- Oh, you bitch! The short man roared and rushed after her. Near the exit itself, he still managed to put Sharon's footboard and she flattened herself on the floor. Without losing a minute, he turned her on his back and leaned on the kicking woman.

“Let me go,” began to implore the rapist Sharon, “I have money, I will give you everything you want ...” but the fat man, not paying attention to the prayers of the victim, wielded everything under her dressing gown. Lying down on the weeping mistress, he pressed down on her and her knees and legs, despite all the efforts of the owner, spread to the sides. Immediately the Negro's hand rushed to the pubic closed panties. But unless they could be a barrier to a frenzied male, who in a moment tore a shred of lace fabric. Immediately into the dry vagina Sharon rushed fingers Negro.

“Dry,” he muttered, moving his fingers over the petals of his lips, “nothing, now we will fix this matter ...”

With these words, he licked his fingers and began the assault again. A wet finger immediately penetrated inside the female flesh, causing a woman to cry out.

“Please, I'm married, I have children ...” she was still trying to beg for mercy from the rapist Sharon. But he continued to step his finger on her holy of holies. Soon a second, a third was added to one finger ... “How did he do it? - Sharon crawled in the blurred brain, - God, I flow! - she burst into paint shame. "

“You may not want me,” the fat man whispered in her ear, “but your hole thinks differently ...”

The resistance of the tired woman began to become more sluggish, and the Negro immediately took advantage of this: he raised himself over Sharon and, pulling the belt, opened her robe. Again leaning on the victim who had become more agreeable, he again launched one hand into the vagina, and the second tore a thin bra. Immediately the lips of short people dug into the dark brown nipple, seductively sticking out in front of him. The woman felt that as if she herself was not disgusting in this situation, but the second "I" begins to want her fucked ....